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As Grace lay in bed, she started thinking about the case. She really didn't like that Sam couldn't find anything to show that a knocker could get from one mine to another. It just didn't fit. She wondered what information they could get from Porter once he got to town.

The wait was going to drive her crazy. She remembered Sam's text with Porter's arrival information, and decided to take a look at it. She carefully reached over Dean to get his phone from the night stand, trying not to wake him. He had just fallen asleep. As she leaned back against the headboard she heard him groan a little, but he didn't move.

Porter's flight wasn't arriving until after 3:00pm. That gave them a lot more time to kill. When she reached over Dean again to put his phone back, he woke up.

"What's goin' on?"

"Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep."

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I was looking at the text Sam sent with Porter's info and I was just trying to put your phone back."

She started to turn away from him to lay on her side, but he grabbed her arm.

"Hey... come here." He pulled her close and she snuggled back into him. He put his arm over her and they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Grace woke up the next morning to the smell of food. She turned over to see Dean waving a to-go box next to her head.

"Do I smell bacon?"

"Yes, you do. I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast in bed. Not the best presentation, but you work with what you've got."

"This is so sweet," she said, smiling at him as she sat up, pulling the sheet with her.

"Don't let it get around... I've got a reputation to protect. I'll just deny it." He winked and gave her a kiss.

"Did you eat already?" she asked.

"Nope," he said lifting another box out of the bag. "I was hoping I could join you."

"Pull up a pillow."

Dean kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed next to Grace, leaning back against the headboard. As they ate, Grace told Dean what she was thinking about the case.

"We've got some time before Porter actually gets here. I was thinking it might be a good idea to see if we can find out which mine he's being transferred to so we can check it out beforehand... see how it's supposed to look and feel... and sound. We have the ID's, maybe we could go to his new company and ask questions."

"I'd think twice before doin' that. The real safety inspectors are probably all over the company right now."

Dean reached into Grace's box and she slapped his hand.

"Ow!"

"Hands off my bacon. How can we find out then?"

"I don't know... but I like the idea of checking it out before."

He tried again to grab a piece of her bacon, and she slapped him harder.

"Knock it off, Winchester!" she said loading her fork with a bite of egg and sausage.

"You should learn to share, Winchester."

Grace had just pulled the food from her fork and she nearly froze with it in her mouth. She slowly pulled the utensil from her lips, staring down at her food, trying to suppress the smile that was forming.

Dean noticed and smiled. "Oh, go ahead and get girly on me... I kinda like it."

"Did you just call me 'Winchester?'"

"That's what you'd be if we were legally married. And let's face it, you're an honorary Winchester anyway. You've been through some crap, you're strong, capable, feisty, stubborn, probably a little crazy..."

"Hey! This list is taking a downward turn."

"Welcome to the family, sweetheart," he smiled.

As Grace leaned in to kiss him, Dean made one more attempt to steal a piece of her bacon. He had it in his hand when she grabbed his wrist.

"I will shoot you," she said flatly.

"You're violent too."

"Uh huh... and what would you do if I tried to steal your pie?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, sweetheart, it would be the last thing you did."

"Exactly. Don't touch my bacon." She took it from him and bit into it. "Do you think Sam could hack the info?"

"He may not have to hack it. I'll talk to him and see if he can make some phone calls. Maybe Bobby can call as FBI or Homeland and ask some questions."

"That sounds good. But I'll need an ID for either of those, and I probably shouldn't use the same alias."

"Probably not... you can be..."

"Hang on. I don't wanna be Lita Ford or something like that, ok? I like Sabrina."

Dean nodded. "Sabrina's good."

"You can pick the last name."

"Smith."

They finished breakfast and Dean called Sam. While he was on the phone, Grace glanced around the room and saw that their clothes were still scattered from the night before. She spotted Dean's plaid button down shirt close by and held the sheet close to her as she leaned out of the bed to grab it. She held it up to her face, breathing in his scent, then put it on. Once her arms were in the shirt, she stood as she buttoned it.

Dean watched as she went around the room gathering their clothes. It didn't escape his attention that she was wearing his shirt... and nothing else. Though the shirt was long enough on her to cover all of her most important parts, even as she stooped to pick things up from the floor. Not that Dean would have minded if they weren't covered. He would have actually preferred if they weren't, but it was just another thing he loved about her... that she could still be so modest and shy. They had made love so many times, he had seen her beautiful body bared just for him, but she wouldn't walk around naked for no reason.

He was sitting at the small table by the window where she stopped to put down the pile of clothes she had collected. He eyed where the bottom of the shirt stopped, thinking of slipping his hand beneath the fabric, when she saw the look on his face.

"No, Dean... not with Sam on the phone. Not again."

Dean grinned at her and went back to his conversation. Grace grabbed a few things and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. When she came back out, Dean was off the phone, laying on the bed. His face fell a little when he saw her.

"Damn... you're dressed."

"Yeah, Dean. I'm not gonna walk around in your shirt all day."

"I had no objections," he smiled. "And that wasn't Sam I was talking to... it was Bobby. He said no way has Homeland made any connection to look ahead to another collapse. They're looking at the ones that have already happened. So, he's gonna call Porter's company as Homeland and request that they show his two agents around today, and give us access to the mine whenever we need it."

Grace couldn't help but smile. Bobby was such a con-man. "Do you think they'll go for it?"

"Let's hope. I gave Bobby our aliases, just in case."

"So, what do we tell them? Why is Homeland investigating their mine?"

"We tell them the truth... almost. We tell them about the connection with the survivors. Even with the one break in the pattern, it's enough of a connection to pass."

"This is where I'll regret not getting a pant suit and sensible shoes."

Dean just smiled at her.